Woo! The last chapter with what happened on Zen's side! Personally, I love writing Zen's point of view chapters! Whose pov do you guys like more? Please let me know in the comments!
For a long moment, I can only stare at her, dumbfounded. I’m very sure it’s around 11 in the night. “You’re still awake, My Lady.” I find myself saying She rolls her eyes at that, though the smile stays “Not at all. Didn’t you know I can sleep with my eyes open too?” “It’s late.” I walk over to w
“I did not know you’d become familiar with the kitchens so soon, My Lady.” “If by soon, you mean a few hours ago, then yes.” Dinah holds her cup in both hands “The staff at this palace is nice enough to make me suspicious sometimes.” Indeed. Though it’s likely because this place is under Lukas’ au
I know for a fact that My Lady wouldn’t stand being pushed away from the forefront, so the only way she can be so mildly affected by it must be because— “You caught me.” Dinah gives me a bright smile, eyes gleaming “I talked to Lukas. He said we’ll figure out a way around it.” I can’t stop the fli
Dinah smiles and pushes another one towards me “I can’t have you grow weak and tired, can I? You need to be in good health if you’re going to be of any use to me.” “That’s harsh, My Lady.” Another biscuit. “The world is harsh, Zen.” She picks up one for herself then “I’ve been meaning to ask. Do
“Don't you have work to get to?" I put my hands on my hips, glaring down at the person laying on the couch, hands under his head and eyes blissfully closed. Zen opens his eyes just enough to look up at me indolently, with obviously no intention of moving. "I'm taking a day off, My Lady." He says,
He lets go of me, and I step back instinctively. Zen gets up from his place on the couch, and walks out of the bedchamber. The sound of the door closing is the only indication that he's left. I bite the inside of my cheek, hold my hand with the other, a riot in my chest. “Your Ladyship?” Mesilla
That can only be the teacher. I hammer down on the nervousness in the pit of my stomach and draw myself to my full height— which isn’t much compared to the rest of the them— and roll back my shoulders, stomach in. Okay, I can do this. “Guide them inside.” I say regally, to no one in particular One
“I’m afraid you would have to elaborate.” I fold my hands on my lap “Tell me exactly. What am I doing wrong?” Ms. Milford picks up her fork and knife, “Rather than saying, it’s best if you observe, Your Ladyship.” I do just that and turn my eyes to her plate. She cuts a piece of the steak in a sin